Welcome to The Litter Box!



Somehow among the major life changes that surround and abound, I find myself living with no less than FOUR dogs and ONE new FURRY CAT!  So between the puppy shamelessly shitting left and right and the calico’s orinoco flow all over the bed sheets we have finally arrived at animal Armageddon though perhaps Animal House is a bit more fitting.

And of course all the animals have names “Move Dalai”, “No Ruby”, “Where’s Cali” and so on.  I too have taken on a new name as I move into my final chapter in Life.  Karma.  As a netizen I’ve been Ms. Karma for a mighty long time in one form or another.

And I knew that one day when the time was right, that I would establish a name of my choosing.  But what is in a name anyway, eh?  It is just one more letter in the soup that our ego wants to define as the me-meal it pretends to be.

In embracing my own karma I get to watch the parade of paw prints of my new furry friends and see that life continues to be a game of discovery and dharma … though dharma seems often to be spelled D-R-A-M-A when my dyslexia gets the better of me.  All of us are forever only trying not to step in the poo as we navigate our way through the pergo forest.  If Zen is about doing the laundry, I should think I have finally arrived because we are washing pee soaked sheets, blankets, towels and pillows as if it was a mantra … wash, rinse, hang and repeat.

So welcome to the litter box.  Whether its New Wine into Old Wineskins it is and will always be the same ol’ shit.  But if we approach the mess with open eyes we may be able to actually SEE the pee before we soak our socks.  Or at the very least, hear the laugh track when we once again find our Self seemingly soiled.  No matter what new practice we think we are embracing, regardless of how established we think we are in our regime … there is only so much thinking outside the (litter) box before we realize that we are still at the endomorphic core That which we have always Been before.

I Am

and

I am back.

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